Yet, tyrant! in that final hour
Thou still shalt own a mighter power:
I named the name of Christ, and lo!
It checked thy hand, and staid the blow.

Oh!

name, to every Christian dear,

But sweetest in the dying ear;

That name, when other sounds were vain,
Could raise that sinking head again.

That glazing eye, so dull, that e'en
Our streaming tears fell all unseen,
Caught at the word a parting ray,
Herald of Heav'n's approaching day.

A smile of speechless joy that told-
Relumed those features pale and cold
Rallied the tongue, its powers once more
Re-echoed "Christ !" and all was o'er !

C. S. B.

HYMN CXXXVI.

MARK Xi. 9, 10.

"And they that went before, and they that followed cried, saying, Hosanna, blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord."

WHAT day is this of joy and pride!
Throw, Salem, all thy portals wide;
Receive thy Lord, give honour due,
The dust with costliest garments strew.

Thou kingly one! thy head is bare,
No diadem is glittering there;
But on thy brow, and in thine eye
Dwells more than mortal royalty.

A shade is on that brow's expanse,
A dim suffusion in that glance:
Whilst round thee rise hosannas glad,
Say, mighty Leader, art thou sad?

Ah, see! his eye is turning still,
To rest on Calvary's lonely hill;
And when, o'er Judah's sons it strays,
A moment's shudder marks the gaze!

Few, few the suns shall rise and set,
Ere Calvary with his blood be wet;
His prescience scans that countless train,
Their hands are red, they bear the stain.

Lord! what is man, that thou canst view This orb unscathed, its path pursue? Couldst thou, for faithless race like this, Desert the starry realms of bliss?

Oh! depth of wisdom! here, e'en here,
Love found its noblest theatre!

Thy hour of triumph, pity, came,
'Tis that which saw our deepest shame.

Lord! meekly, silently we bow,

Our trembling hearts allegiance vow;
Oh! let our lives, transformed by thee,
Thy true hosannas, Saviour, be!

C. S. B.

HYMN CXXXVII.

MARK iii. 5.

"Jesus saith unto the man, Stretch forth thy hand. And he stretched it out; and his hand was restored whole as the other."

As in deep shades, the parent dove Broods o'er her young in silent love, Sweet nourishment and strength supplies, Then calls them forth to tempt the skies ;

So, Lord, thy Spirit in the heart
Silent and still performs its part:
Then, at thy word, "Arise! be free!"
We bound to life and liberty.

That word is sounding still to all,
But strangers will not heed the call;
Faith's quickened ear, and her's alone,
Discerns the Saviour's welcome tone.

As through this calm, this holy dawning
Silent glides my parting breath,
To an everlasting morning,

Gently close my eyes in death.

Blessings, endless, richest blessings, Pour their streams upon thy heart! (Though, no language yet possessing,) Breathes my spirit ere we part.

Yet, to leave thee sorrowing, rends me,
Though again his voice I hear:
Rise! may every grace attend thee,
Rise! and seek to meet me there.